Motherhood

The air inside the VVIP dining room felt heavy now that it was just the two of them. Delphinia sat still, her hands resting in her lap, fingers loosely intertwined. She had never been alone with Lydia before, and now that she was, she wasn't quite sure what to expect.

Across from her, Lydia sat with a composed expression, her long, manicured fingers lightly tracing the rim of her wine glass. She wasn't drinking, just idly playing with it, her thoughts seemingly far away.

For a moment, it seemed as if neither of them would speak. Then, Lydia finally broke the silence, her voice soft but carrying an unmistakable weight. "I didn't expect Evander to marry."

Delphinia blinked at the statement. It wasn't a question, nor did it seem like a simple observation. There was something else laced within those words—perhaps regret? Curiosity? She couldn't quite tell.